Back in my day, there were no supermarkets. You’d have to go to the butchers, and he’d weigh you and wrap you in brown paper. You’d tear your way out, find his glasses, and explain what had just happened, and then he’d sell you meat.
Back in my day, we didn’t have complicated words like “twittersphere” or “hacktivism”. We only had five words; yes, please, no, thanks, and mortgage. Society was politer back then, and there was a far greater emphasis on home ownership.
Back in my day, there were no copies of The Da Vinci Code in charity shops; it was wall-to-wall King James’ Bibles.